HER SWEET BLOOD

y, and, well, ordinary. But when midnight rolled around,

prowled to bed. She promised just a few more passages, just a

e of the tale, where the bookmark was still set, and paid attention again to the pages. For many seconds, the let

again. It was very strange, and surely, and hope

und he

es Gregory III. A pureblood va

or a hot, wet kiss, and every inch of her skin flickered. She thought back. She’d never questioned a vampi

bow and continu

He knew only his present. His hated, torturous pre

rashed through her. This time, Grace pre

ghter, Leticia, did need him. Often. Her cruel, twisted passions left him whipped and wounded. Not that he ever acknowledged defea

me alone could make her orgasm to no end. To tame a man like that, to have all of his vi

She nearl

to absolute power. At least, he thought he was. Even with his lack of memory, he was patently c

th. James desired her kindness, not her fascinat

, he

ead on, "‘forgotten by one and all. The whole kingdom w

ppened next?" Grace flipped to the next page but shortl

this?" She murmure

ea

ore writing toward the end an

hollowly. "‘You are Leticia. Dave me. Come to me, I com

k? And written by the same hand as the rest? On the s

eed

he part directed at her. Sh

o whimper. Her mind stirred. There were so many roads to tak

e. Reach

the thread of Kali. Come back to me. I need your help. I can't l

re than anything else in the book. The desire to run—here, there, anywhere—beat through her. Then she saw it. A shining thre

nothing else mattered. And she could s

e t

fully. She felt as if an unseen magical cord had bee

d to rest her head. She was getting crazy. She was seeing things. In the morning, after

to force her brain to peacefully hum. A futile effort. If James’s tale was real, he was as im

er mind hazed by drugs, all because a drunk driver had slammed into her car. And while she had been—was—tormented by the loss of her gr

u. The vo

t pillow close. As close as she unexpectedly wanted to grab James, to soothe him. To be with him.

blue eyes bright with need, his pupils blown. His lips were plump and red from kissing her entire body, still moist

ues intertwined. His palm slides against her awaiting throbbing folds and pleasures her in circles over the thin covering intended to protect the centre of her femininity. But now, as his tongue slid against hers, Grace's body was pinned agains

she moaned un

ertips against the outline of his increasingly hardening trunk. He nibbles on her earlobes as his other hand massages her breasts, full and supple, her hardening nipples straining

u," Grace moan

She felt her heart retracting, excited, ready to receive him again. His left hand wraps around her waist and m

shaft pressing against her from behind. James took her little cover, fully revealing the sweet moisture and h

want, sweetheart?" h

pants from her hips, down over her thighs, the saturated lace rumpled aro

zipper slide open. She drew his throbbing manhood back... stroking fullness with one hand. He places one hand on the back of her neck, massaging her tense muscles as

ear," he

ding slightly m

further still, she bent

r back. She moaned as he caressed her pale, smooth back. Her beautiful skin-smooth body, her gorgeous charcoal hair curled against her neck... James groaned as he breathed in her heavy, se

illow as she anticipated the fulfillment of his

nst her body, the point of his tongue making a circle around her opening. She nearly collapses from the surge of sexual intensity. Simultaneously, she felt h

his approval, fl

eads of sweat forming, causing them to rub and glide togethe

t. Rocking, rocking, faster and faster, taking her to t

he raised her knees, squeezing his hips. Yes. Yes, more. Fas

before he bit down, drawing blood, sucking. A sharp stin

er muscles clenched and unclenched, liquid heat pooling between her legs. She rode the tide for en

ing orgasm from a fantasy man, and sh

she murmured, and she was smiling as